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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
UT,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.