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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.