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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Nas,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.