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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.