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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.