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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.