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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Technova,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.