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 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.