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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.