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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.