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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.