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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Q65,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.