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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Skaos,
MDC,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.