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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.