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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.