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 Iran 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.