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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Symarip,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.