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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 guitar 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.