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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.