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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Wire,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.