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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.