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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 cv313 to the disco 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.