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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
OOIOO,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.