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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.