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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.