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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.