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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.