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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
DNA,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.