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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.