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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.