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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.