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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.