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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.