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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Liliput,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.