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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.