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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
a-ha,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.