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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.