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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Rakim to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.