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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.