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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.