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 East Timor and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.