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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
X-102,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.