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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.