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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.