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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
X-101,
the Association,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.