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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.