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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.