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 Comoros and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.