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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.