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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.