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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.