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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.