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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Fear,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
The Index,
Bill Near,
June Days,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.