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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.