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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective 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 disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Cymande,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.