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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.