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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Litter 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.