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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.