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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.