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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.