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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.