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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.