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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.