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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.