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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the grunge 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
X-102,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.