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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.