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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.