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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.