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 France and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.