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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.