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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.