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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.