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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.