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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.