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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.