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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 The Index to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.