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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.