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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.