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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.