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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.