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 Seychelles and from Halifax.
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 Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.