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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Fear to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.