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 Tajikistan 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.