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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.