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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.