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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Human League to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.