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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Angels of Light to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.