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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.