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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.