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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.