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 Singapore 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Japan,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
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James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.