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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.