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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Nico,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.