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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Sight & Sound 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.