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 Nepal and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.