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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Monks,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.