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 Hungary and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.