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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.