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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Organ,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.