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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.