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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.