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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.