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 Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.