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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
The Motions,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.