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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.