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 Comoros and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Index,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.