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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.