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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.