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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.