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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.