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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.