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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Q65,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
UT,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.