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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.