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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.