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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.