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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
10cc,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Can,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.