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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Youth Brigade 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?
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.