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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.