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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.