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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.