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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.