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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.