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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.