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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.