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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.