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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
PIL,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.