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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.