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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.