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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.