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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.