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 France and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.