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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.