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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.