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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.