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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.