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 Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.