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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.