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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Slave,
The Monks,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.