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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.