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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.