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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Shoche to the disco 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Franke,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.