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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Japan,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.