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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.