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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Index,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Magma,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.