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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.