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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.