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 Vanuatu 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.