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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.