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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.