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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.