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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.