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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.