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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
The Names,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.