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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.