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 Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.