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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.