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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.