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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.