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 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
The Saints,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.