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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.