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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
The Cure,
Scion,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.