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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.