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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.