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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.