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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.