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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
DNA,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.