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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.