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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.