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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.