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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.