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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.