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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.