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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.