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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Pole,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.