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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.