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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Rekid,
The Evens,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.