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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.