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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.