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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Can,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.