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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.