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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
UT,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.