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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Seeds 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
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Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.