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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.