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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 Seoul and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Deepchord to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Pole,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.