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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.