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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Pole,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
UT,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.