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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.