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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.