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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.