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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.