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 Syria and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Television,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.