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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Gong,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.