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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Smog,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.