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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.