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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.