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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.