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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.