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 Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.