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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.