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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.