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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.