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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Aswad to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Crime,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.