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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Index,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.