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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.