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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.