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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.