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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the grime 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.