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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Monks,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.