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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.