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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Magma,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.