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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.