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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the grunge 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Second Layer,
PIL,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.