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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Pole,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.