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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.