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 Namibia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.