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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Can,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
The Motions,
the Normal,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.