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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.