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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.