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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.