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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.