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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.