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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.