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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.