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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Quando Quango 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Can,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.