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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.