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 Gabon and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.