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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.