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 Ivory Coast 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.