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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.