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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.