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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.