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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.