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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Crime,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
The Names,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.