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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.