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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.