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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.