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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.