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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.