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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Scion,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.