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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.