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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.