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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.