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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.