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 South Sudan 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Germs,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Audionom,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.