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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.