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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.