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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.