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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.