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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.