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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Television,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.