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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Quantec,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.