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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
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.