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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
CMW,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.