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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Nico,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.