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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Index,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.