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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.