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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Can,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
the Slits,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.