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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.