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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.