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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Leaves 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.