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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
the Association,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.