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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.