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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Motions,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.