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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.