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 India and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken 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?
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.