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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.