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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.