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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Brick to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.