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 Nicaragua 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
cv313,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.