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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 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 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.