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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.