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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.