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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.