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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.