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 Tuvalu 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.