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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.