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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.