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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.