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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.