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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.