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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.