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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Nico,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.