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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.