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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.