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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Ituana,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.