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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.