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 Panama and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.