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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Swans,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.