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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.