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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.