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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.