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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
The Doors,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.