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 Laos 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Skarface,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
MDC,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.