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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.