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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.