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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.