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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.