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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.