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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim 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?
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.