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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.