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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
the Association,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.