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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Japan,
Deakin,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.