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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.