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 Mongolia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Sarah Menescal 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.