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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.