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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Nas,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.