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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.