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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 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 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 CMW to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.