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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Slits to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Pole,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
The Move,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Index,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.