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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.