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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.