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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Television,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.