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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.