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 Liberia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.