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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.