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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.