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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.