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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
The Standells,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.