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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.