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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.