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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.