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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Swans,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.