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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Smog,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.