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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Index,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.