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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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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.