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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Fear,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.