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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.