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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.