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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.