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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.