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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 CMW to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.