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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
The Move,
The Motions,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Television,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.