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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.