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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
ABC,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Fear,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.