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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.