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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers 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?
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.