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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.