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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Doors,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.