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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.