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 Yemen and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
John Cale,
The Sound,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.