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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.