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 China and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.