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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Index,
Television,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.