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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
JFA,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.