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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.