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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.