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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
MDC,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.