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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.