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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.