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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.