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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.