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 Egypt 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.