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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.