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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Can,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Visage,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.