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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 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 Quadrant 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.