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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
DNA,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Index,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.