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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.