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 Iran 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.