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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.