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 Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.