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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.