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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.