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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.