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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.