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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.