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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Darondo,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.