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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.