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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.