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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.