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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.