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 Venezuela 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.