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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.