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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.