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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Gap Band to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.