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 Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.