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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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?
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.