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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Flipper,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.