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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.