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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.