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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.