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 Indonesia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.