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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.