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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.