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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.