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 Algeria 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.