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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.