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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.