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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.