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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.