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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.