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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.