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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Drexciya 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.