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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Cluster,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Swans,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.