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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.