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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.