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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.