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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.