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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Pole,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.