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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.