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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.