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 Swaziland 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.