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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.