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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.