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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.