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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doors to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.