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 Djibouti and from London.
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 Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.