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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.