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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.