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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.