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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.