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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.