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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.