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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Gong,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.