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 Bahamas 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Newcleus,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.