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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.