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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 güiro 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.