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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
UT,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.