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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Magma,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.