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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.