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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.