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 Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Eric Copeland to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.