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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.