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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.