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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.