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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Motorama,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.