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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.