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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.