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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.