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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Smog,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.