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 Jordan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.