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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.