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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.