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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.