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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.