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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.