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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Malaria!,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.