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 Cameroon and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.