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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.