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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Fear,
JFA,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.