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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.