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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.