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 Jordan 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.