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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.