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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.