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 Gambia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
The Slits,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.