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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.