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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.