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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.