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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.