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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 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 Byron Stingily to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.