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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.