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 Tuvalu 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.