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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moody Blues to the dance 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.