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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.