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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.