Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monks. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Swans,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.