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 France and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.