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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.