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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.