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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.