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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.