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 Saudi Arabia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Skarface to the dance 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.