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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.