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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.