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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.