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 St Lucia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.