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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the punk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.