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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.