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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.