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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.