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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.