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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.