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 St Lucia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
the Association,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.