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 Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Index,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.