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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.