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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
MDC,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.