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 Maldives 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Technova,
Organ,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.