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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.