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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.