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 Guinea 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.