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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.