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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.