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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.