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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.