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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.