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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
the Association,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.