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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.