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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.