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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.