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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.