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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.