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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.