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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.