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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.