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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
X-101,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban 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.