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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Can,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.