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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.