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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.