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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.