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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.