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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
cv313,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.