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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 ABC to the techno 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.