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 Algeria 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.