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 Spain and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.