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 Sudan 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.