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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.