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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.