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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.