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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.