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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Sonics to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
The Doors,
Scion,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.