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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Scion,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.