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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Agent Orange to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.